Rule #1

Idalia had been having difficulty striking out on her own since Incendio's antlers had fully come in. The gulf that divided them seemed to widen every day, especially as they were growing older. There would be no more mistaking her for her brother. The thought confused and frustrated her. Without any outlet - and her father missing - she had mostly taken to sulking. It wasn't a good look. Her normal teenage angst had taken a nosedive into spiteful and rude. Everyone was an enemy. When she heard Cloudburst's call at first, Idalia wanted to ignore it. The festival was in full swing and she was almost close to enjoying herself. Why did she have to turn away at someone else's call? Besides, with Tyranis gone and Acere busy tending to his own brood now that his mate had run off (what was up with this place?) Idalia had gotten pleasantly used to not having to work.

After avoiding the call for as long as she felt like she could get away with it, Lia finally headed towards Cloudburst. She arrived fashionably late, trying to hide a sour pout. What had he dragged her away for. "Yeah?" she said abruptly, sitting down and cocking her head to the side.